Soldiers- The Pride of Our Nation
Soldiers- The Pride of Our Nation Their faces were etched with despair, As the first rays of light woke them up; Another day of toiling ‘Neath the scorching sun, With hardly a proper meal, And the Brits shouting mercilessly. They’d go back home, To little, cramped rooms, With empty stomachs, Worn out hands and feet, Only to wake up the next morning, And go through the torment again. Is this the life we are to forever live? Slaving away all day, Under the control of a foreign ruler, Is there no hope in this cruel world? Once, a soldier told another, About the miserable lives they led, Slowly, everyone voiced their concerns, And a little revolt broke out. The soldiers protested loudly, In groups of many a number, They were held down by the British guns, But had shaken the base of the foreign regime. Our voices have now been heard, They might try to silence us, But we have sown the seeds of revolution, And we shall rise again. Riots broke out thro...
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